Disclaimer: The Hills are alive, and
they're eating people . . . so it is advised that you avoid hills. If
you insist on going near hills, it is recommended that you go armed
and be prepared to fight hill monsters . . . that is all.

In The Beginning

The Professor and Henchgirl shared a
nervous glance as the prepared to knock on their friend's door. Harry
had seemed . . . different since the death of England's Dark Lord
only a short time before.

Taking one last deep breath, Henchgirl
raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Harry called
through the door.

"Hello Harry," Henchgirl said
with a smile. "How are you?"

"Doing alright," said Harry.

"So what are your plans now?"
The Professor asked slowly.

"Harry Potter is dead," Harry
replied. "I'm Mr. Black now, the world needs Mr. Black and I
don't think I could stop."

"Are you sure," Henchgirl
asked with a frown. "It might be best to be Harry Potter too."

"It would if Harry Potter wasn't
so bloody famous," Harry remarked with a laugh. "Harry
Potter is too visible to keep as an identity."

"Still," the Professor began.
"It might be useful to maintain it, doesn't take all that much
work."

"Yeah," Henchgirl agreed.
"What he said."

"Fine," Harry said flatly.
"But to get back to the subject, the world needs Mr. Black. I'm
going to become Mr. Black."

"And how are you planning to do
that?" The Professor asked oddly.

"I'm going to drift around and see
what comes up," Harry said with a shrug. "Take a few
classes here, accidentally kill a group of dark mages there, you know
how it is."

"Well why don't we tell you why
you think you should stay Harry Potter," Henchgirl finished.

"Please," Harry agreed.

"I know you don't like the fact
that you're famous for something you don't remember as Harry Potter,"
Henchgirl said.

"Oh?" Harry asked, "and
how do you know that?"

"Germany again," the
Professor explained. "As I said before, you got quite chatty."

"Ok," Harry said.

"Why don't you make the Potter
name famous for something you did do?" Henchgirl suggested,
"it'd be good to have the Potter name remembered for something
that didn't involve dark lords."

"And how do you suggest I do this
without being mobbed by the press and fans?" Harry gave in.

"Because they won't know it's the
same Harry Potter until after you've done it," Henchgirl
continued. "I . . . we were thinking that Harry Potter could be
one of the Archaeologists to survey Atlantis. You mentioned that you
might like to become the first magical archaeologist."

"I suppose that could be
interesting," Harry agreed.

"There are magical distance
learning schools in Australia and Canada," the Professor
explained. "We were thinking that Harry Potter could get his
papers from one of those and then take university classes to become
an archaeologist."

"Why not just go straight to the
university?" Harry asked.

"We could easily forge any
necessary documents," Henchgirl agreed. "But why bother if
we can get genuine documents without much trouble."

"I'll buy that," Harry spoke
slowly. "And I did like Australia, on the other hand I never got
a chance to go to Canada."

"We found a degree program in
underwater archeology in an American University," the Professor
said quickly. "At Texas A&M, it is supposed to be one of the
best in the world."

"If you were to study hard and
test out of some of the classes you could get a degree in just a
couple of years," Henchgirl added. "You could be Mr. Black
by day and the Archaeologist by night. Harry Potter could be
remembered for the important discoveries made in Atlantis and for
being the first Wizard Archaeologist."

"Sounds like a plan," Harry
said with a grin. "How long have you two been planing this?

"Since we realised that you didn't
plan to go back to Hogwarts," Henchgirl replied.

"I thought you didn't want me
going back to Hogwarts?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't," Henchgirl agreed.
"I still think you would have been better off staying with us."

"So what's the problem?"

"You're trying to burn
bridges," Henchgirl explained. "You think that because
you're Mr. Black then you can't be Harry Potter and I think that's a
mistake."

"So you're doing this for my own
good?" Harry asked with a grin, "I get a lot of that."

"I just want you to be happy,"
Henchgirl said sadly. "You haven't come out of your cabin very
much since you got here and I want my friend back."

"Oh . . . is that what this is
about?" Harry asked with a grin, "that I haven't been
coming out of my cabin?"

"Yes," Henchgirl replied.

"Sorry about that," Harry
said sheepishly. "I've been working on something, didn't mean to
be so antisocial."

"What have you been working on?"
Henchgirl demanded.

"Why don't I just step out then,"
the Professor suggested. "Since there's no more problem that
means I can get back to my experiments right?"

"So you've been studying recipes
to prepare yourself?" Henchgirl said in sudden realisation, "can
I help?"

"Sure," Harry agreed. "I
was thinking of starting off simple . . . maybe something from that
book we picked up in Atlantis."

"Sounds good," Henchgirl
agreed.

IIIIIIIIII

Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Never-Was

By Luna Lovegood

As you are no doubt aware, Harry
Potter has disappeared . . . or has he? What follows is a hypothesis,
an idea that fits most of the facts available to the Quibbler. What
it is not is the truth, we may never know what happened and forever
be condemned to guesses and pet theories. It is our belief that Harry
Potter either died with his parents or was rescued by Mr. Black. We
suspect that Mr. Black either took the boy's place or assigned one of
his agents to take the boy's place. How else would you explain the
fact that as a schoolboy, Harry Potter defeated Voldemort and his
death eaters in several duels? How else would you explain how a
second year managed to defeat the king of all serpents? It boggles
the mind that a young boy could not only survive but triumph.
Available evidence suggests that Mr. Black assigned one of his agents
to assume the role of Harry Potter and we believe that Mr. Black was
only present at the fight for the Philosopher's stone and at the
death of the Basilisk . . .

The reasons for Mr. Black's
reappearance are unclear, it is our belief that something happened to
anger Mr. Black and cause him to take a personal intrest in the
wizarding world and unfortunately we have no idea what could have
triggered Mr. Black's rage. On the other hand it is also possible
that Mr. Black really is just a guy on vacation, death taking a
holiday so to speak . . .

And so he came to Hogwarts and . . .

. . . and so we bid farewell to
young Harry Potter may he find what he's been looking for.

"How could you have written
something like that Luna?" Hermione threw the paper at the
smaller girl. "Saying that Harry never existed."

"It's what he would have wanted,"
Luna gave a dazed blink. "He never wanted fame . . . I tried to
distract the public away from him so that he can have a bit of peace
. . . maybe now that things are quiet he'll come back to us."

"We're going to find Harry and
bring him back," Hermione replied. "He's just being stupid
right now, Harry does that sometimes. When we find him, the Git'll
probably say that he left to protect us or some other nonsense like
that. You have to remember that for all his virtues, Harry is still a
boy and he sometimes let's that get in the way of his good sense."

"Ok," Luna agreed. "We
shall find Harry and we shall drag him back to Hogwarts."

"That's the spirit," Hermione
agreed. "I'm going to go talk to a few people to get some
clues."

"That sounds like a wonderful
course of action," Luna said with a glazed look. "I think I
shall do something similar."

"We'll meet in the library in an
hour," Hermione said. "To share our information and to plan
our next move."

"Till then," said Luna as she
skipped off.

For a brief moment, Hermione almost
regretted agreeing to allow Luna to accompany her on her journey.
Then logic crushed her one protest, evidence suggested that Harry
Potter was with Mr. Black. The Quibbler had broken most of the
stories about Mr. Black and still seemed to have most of the
information concerning Mr. Black. Therefore, Luna's presence could
prove essential to the success of the mission.

Hermione immediately walked towards the
nearest connected fireplace after the meeting. Taking a handful of
floo powder, she tossed it into the fireplace and called out her
destination. "The Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Yes?" A head appeared in the
fireplace, "how may I help you?"

"I need to speak to Auror Tonks,"
Hermione replied firmly.

"One moment please." The head
disappeared and was replaced a few minutes later by everyone's
favorite Auror.

"Hey Hermione," Tonks replied
with a grin. "How's tricks?"

"Not good," Hermione replied.
"I need all the information you can get on Mr. Black."

"Why do you need that?" Tonks
asked wearily, "doing a report for Defence?"

"I'll see what I can dig up,"
Tonks allowed. "And with the death of Voldemort, I've got a lot
of vacation time coming . . . need someone to come along?"

"Would you?" Hermione asked
quickly.

"I would, " Tonks agreed with
a smile. "Remus would never forgive me if I didn't. I'm sure
that if we work together, the two of us'll find Harry in no time."

"Three," Hermione corrected.
"I think Luna's going to come too."

"Good choice," Tonks agreed.
"Her family has a lot of information on Mr. Black and a lot of
contacts that could be useful. And do you mind making it an even
four?"

"Four?" Hermione asked.

"Remus," Tonks said with a
worried look. "Is planning to search for Harry himself, he'll
kill himself doing it if I'm not there to remind him to eat and
sleep."

"Of course Remus can come,"
Hermione agreed quickly.

"Thank you Hermione," Tonks
said with a relieved smile.

"Tank you Tonks," Hermione
blurted out. "For everything."

"Happy to help," Tonks
replied with a grin. "I'm gonna go see what I can dig up, I'll
see you later."

"Bye," Hermione said as the
floo faded. Raisin from the fireplace, Hermione turned and walked to
her next destination.

Taking a deep breath to steady her
nerves, Hermione raised her hand and knocked on McGonagall's office
door.

"Yes?" The old woman answered
the door, "what can I do for you Hermione?"

"I want to take my exams early,"
Hermione said in a rush.

"To go off looking for Mr. Potter
no doubt," McGonagall replied. "I shall make the necessary
arrangements. And I shall also talk to my contacts in the teaching
community. I believe that we will have a good chance of locating him
if Mr. Potter choses to continue his education."

"Thank you Professor,"
Hermione said quickly.

"I is the least I could do,"
McGonagall replied. "And Hermione . . ."

"Yes Professor?" Hermione
asked.

"Bring him home," McGonagall
finished, her voice filled with emotion.

"I will Professor," the girl
promised.

"Then be about your business Ms.
Granger," the old Professor commanded. "The sooner you
begin, the sooner you bring him home."

"Yes Professor," Hermione
agreed quickly. Hermione left the Professor's office and went off in
search of her other best friend. She found him at the sitting in the
Gryffindor stands, staring at the pitch.

"Hey Ron," Hermione took a
seat beside her friend.

"Hey H'mione," Ron replied
absently. "Remember when Harry caught the snitch with his mouth?
Harry always won, if there was any chance for victory then Harry
found it and he always won."

"Yes he did Ron," Hermine
agreed. Ignoring the few times that Harry hadn't managed to catch the
snitch.

"I'm
thinking of being an Auror," Ron announced without warning. "The
Department of Magical Law Enforcement has openings for all of us that
were in the DA . . . they said that anyone who received instruction
from Mister Black has a place."

"And
it'll help you look for Harry," Hermione added sadly.

"And
it'll help me look for Harry," Ron slumped. "Where do you
think he is?"

"I
don't know," she shook her head. "But I'm gonna go look for
him."

"What
about school?" Ron gave a cheerless grin, "I wouldn't
expect you of all people to drop out."

"Taking
my exams early," Hermione replied. "My marks aren't as good
as they would have been if I'd have had more time to study . . ."

"I
know he is," Hermione nodded. "Mr. Black would have told us
if he was dead. Harry's just being stupidly noble right now and he
needs us to smack some sense into him."

"He
doesn't know where Harry is, he said he didn't know where Harry is."
Ron angrily wiped the tears off his own face. "How could he know
if he were still alive?"

"Their letters arrived at the same
time," Hermione replied. "So Mr. Black must have found
him."

"That's right," Ron said with
a grin. "Thanks Hermione."

"Be sure to study hard while I'm
gone," said Hermione. "I won't be around to push you."

"I will," Ron agreed. "I
need to anyway if I'm going to be an Auror. Mr. Black only got me a
spot at the school, I have to earn my graduation."

IIIIIIIIII

As she walked up Diagon Alley, Luna
forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand. Throwing open the
door to a familiar travel shop, she marched to the counter and glared
at the shopkeeper.

"Where's Harry?" Luna
demanded.

"What makes you think I'd know?"
The shopkeeper asked with a grin.

"Your family wasn't the only one
cursed by the gods," Luna growled. "I may not be able to
see the future but I can see enough."

"Yes I'm well aware of that, the
Lovegoods cursed to see the unseen and to drift in and out of other
worlds . . . small wonder you take your names from the moon."
The shopkeeper agreed, "and I'm also aware of young Mr. Potter's
curse."

"What curse?" Luna asked in
shock.

"Luck . . . from his mother's side
I think." The shopkeeper said slowly, "neither good nor
bad."

"Luck?" Luna repeated.

"Favored or perhaps a decedent of
both the Goddess Tyche and her friend Nemisis," the Shopkeep
answered. "The first sets up a situation to be resolved by the
second. It's in the eyes, not many have that shade."

"Lost and maybe gone forever,"
the shopkeeper replied sadly. "He has removed himself from my
weave and I cannot say if he will return."

"Who can find him?" Luna
whispered.

"Mr. Black is the only one I know
that can find young Mr. Potter, not even I can say if he will succeed
or even try." Said slowly.

"Where is Mr. Black?" Luna
asked in frustration.

"Mr. Black is the fear that lurks
within all evil doers and the hope in the hearts of the good and
innocent, Mr. Black is everywhere and nowhere." The shopkeeper
replied.

"Stop talking in riddles,"
Luna screamed. "Tell me where he is."

"Odd that
a Lovegood would demand that someone stop talking in riddles,"
the shopkeeper said with a grin. "Especially in light of your
family motto Si
vos can't caecus lemma per scientia , baffle 'em per bovis
excrement."

"Get
to the point," Luna sighed.

"Why
do you seek young Mr. Potter?" The shopkeeper asked with sudden
seriousness.

"Because
he's my friend, because he was nice to me." Luna replied.

"I
see . . . Mr. Black is the only one I know that can find Mr. Potter
and due to the fact that my pattern has been damaged, I have a hard
time seeing the threads of possibility presented by Mr. Black. Mr.
Potter has removed himself from the weave and has lost himself."
The Shopkeeper paused to think. "Mr. Black can find Mr. Potter
but it is not likely that he will look without being prompted. The
Moon, Athena's favored, and the one without form may prompt him
without fear."

"What
does that last part mean?" Luna asked quickly, "and don't
get cute or I'll start drawing comparisons to you and that fraud at
my school."

"You are the moon, your friend
Hermione is the favored of Athena, and the one without form is that
Auror from the Black family." The shopkeeper explained, "I
was just trying to inject a little drama."

"In the future, don't." Luna
replied. "What did the rest of it mean."

"I can't tell you without
betraying a confidence," the shopkeeper replied with a frown.
"It would be best for all if you were to figure it out for
yourself."

"Fine," Luna spat.

"Don't forget to come here to
stock up on travel supplies before you start looking," the
shopkeeper called out as Luna stormed out of his store. "I'll
even give you and your friends a discount."

IIIIIIIIII

Minerva was just getting back to her
work when she was disturbed by another knock on the door. "Enter."

"It's just me Minerva," the
Headmaster announced as he entered.

"What can I do for you Albus?"
Minerva asked doing her best to hide her alarm. In all the years
she'd taught at Hogwarts, Albus had only come to her office on two
other occasions . . . neither of them good.

"I have been spending the past few
days reexamining my actions towards young Mr. Potter," Albus
began. "And I have come to some rather . . . disturbing
conclusions. I would like to go searching for young Mr. Potter so
that I may assure myself of his safety and offer him my apology."

"I see," Minerva replied
slowly. "Would you like me to watch the school while you're
gone?"

"If you would," Dumbledore
agreed. "I would also like you to prepair to take my office
should the search go longer then one year. It would not be fair to
give you the responsibility without the position."

"I hope it doesn't come to that,"
Minerva said with a sad smile. "I had hoped to have a few years
before I found myself in your office."

"As had I," Dumbledore
replied.

"I would like you to keep in
contact Albus," Minerva said sternly. "None of your usual
habit of cutting yourself off and thinking that you must do it all
alone."

"Of course," Dumbledore
agreed.

"I am aware of a few other groups
planning to search for young Mr. Potter," Minerva continued. "If
you would like I would be happy to serve as the information
coordinator. With so many people looking it only makes sense."

"Thank you Minerva," Albus
said with a sad smile. "I really appreciate what you're doing."

"Just find him and make sure he's
safe," Minerva replied. "And I shall consider us even."

"I'm sorry Minerva," Albus
said as he rose from his seat. "But I must take my leave."

"Of course," Minerva replied.
"I imagine that you have quite a bit of packing to complete
before you leave."

"Thank you Minerva," Albus
said with a hint of a twinkle. "I don't know what I'd do without
you."

IIIIIIIIII

Luna walked into the castle and
immediately went off in search of her new compatriot.

"Hello Luna," Hermione's
voice spoke up from behind and startled the blond girl.

"Hello Hermione," Luna
replied with a dazed look. "Have you found any information on
Harry?"

"No," Hermione replied with a
frown. "I've been making arrangements so we could leave."

Harry arrived in front of the wizarding
bank and walked through the double doors into the lobby. The bank was
busier then Harry had ever seen it and there was a long line in front
of the counters filled with people waiting to get their meeting with
the goblins. Sighing, Harry walked to the back of the line and took
his place.

"Ah Mr. Black," the man in
front of Harry said without turning around. "Such a surprise to
see you here."

"Just a simple trip to the bank,"
the shopkeeper said with a smile. "I had a feeling that it would
be a good idea."

"Any other feelings?" Harry
asked mildly.

"Well," the shopkeeper began.
"I have a feeling that there's something in Amsterdam you'd like
to see, and it may be a good idea to visit my cousin in Norway but
other than that . . ."

"Thanks," Harry said
reluctantly.

"It is a pleasure to be of
service," the shopkeeper replied. "Now if you will excuse
me, I believe I see free counter."

"So do I," Harry said. "Funny
the way the bank seemed to empty when you said my name."

"A coincidence I'm sure," the
shopkeeper called over his shoulder as he walked to the counter.

"I'll bet," Harry muttered as
he walked to the counter.

"Mr. Black I presume?" The
goblin asked with a toothy grin, "one of our senior managers has
requested a meeting with you."

"That's fine," Harry agreed.
"I suppose I have time for a meeting today."

"Excellent," the goblin said
enthusiastically. "Please come with me."

Harry followed the goblin into a richly
decorated waiting room. "Is this the place?"

"This is the waiting room,"
the goblin replied. "The director will be with you in a moment."

"Thank you," Harry said
impassively.

"Mr. Black," an elderly
goblin called out as he entered the room. "I apologize for
making you wait so long."

"Think nothing of it," Harry
replied. "I didn't even have time to sit down."

"Please come into my office,"
the old goblin said with a waive towards the open door. "And
please make yourself at home."

"Thank you," Harry agreed.
Wondering why the goblins were acting so strange, Harry walked into
the office and took a seat.

"To start with," the elderly
goblin said as he walked across the room to his desk. "I thought
it best to tell you that we are aware of who you really are, we do
have access to your banking records after all."

"I see," Harry said calmly.

"I would also like to assure you
that Gringotts has a strict policy of confidentiality, no one will
hear a word about what we have been able to deduce." The goblin
finished. "Forgive me for my lapse, my name is Billhook and I am
an advisor to the senior staff."

"Pleased to meet you," Harry
replied with a nod. "Would it be rude to ask why you are all
acting so . . ." Harry tried to find a word that wouldn't come
off as an insult.

"Strange?" Billhook asked
with a grin, "it is because you have what few humans have ever
gained. Our respect, you did not inherit the bulk of your fortune,
you earned it. You discovered hundreds of lost tombs filled with
priceless artifacts and you are a co-founder of the most successful
company in history. A business man's business man. We can not help
but respect a man who has been able to make so much out of so little
in such a short amount of time."

"Thank you," Harry whispered.

"I have been authorized to make
you an offer on behalf of my superiors," Billhook began. "In
return for allowing us the use of a ultra high level security
facility on your island, we are willing to give you Gringotts first
vault and aid you in a number of other ways."

"I agree with the following
conditions," Harry said. "No deal will go through without
the approval of my employee, the Architect. The construction of the
facility will be paid for by Gringotts and will be under the control
of my employee, the Architect."

"I . . ." the goblin said
dumbly, "I was going to demand that he be given the task and I
was going to offer full funding in return."

"Funny how the world works,"
Harry said with a cold grin. "Do we have a deal?"

"Yes we do," the goblin
replied. "It is a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Black."

"The pleasure was all mine,"
Harry corrected with a smirk. "Before I go, there's just one
thing I'd like to do."

"What's that Mr. Black?" The
goblin asked with a smile.

"I'd like to see the wills of my
parents and Sirius Black," Harry replied. "That's the
reason I came in today."

"Right away," the goblin
agreed quickly and the documents were sitting on the desk in moments.

"It says here that I should
distribute the money between any survivors as I see fit," said
Harry holding up Sirius's will. "I'd like to have the following
amounts given to the following people . . ."

IIIIIIIIII

"Ok," Hermione said to her
partner. "Let's go down the check list."

"Right," Luna agreed. "Rubber
pants?"

"Che . . ." Hermione stopped
herself, "why don't I read the list?"

"But you didn't say check,"
Luna protested. "How are we ever going to know if we have rubber
pants if you don't say check?"

"We don't have rubber pants,"
Hermione said with a fake smile. "Now it's my turn to read the
list."

"But we might need rubber pants,"
Luna continued. "And where are we going to get rubber pants our
size at this time of night?"

"Why don't we just worry about
that later?" Hermione suggested. "And focus on the things
we need to do before we start our search."

"You really need to learn to be
more decisive Hermione," Luna said with a frown.

"Just answer the bloody question,"
Hermione growled.

"Oh right," Luna agreed.
"Hmmm . . . I seem to remember having the third highest
collective score in the last fifty years, does that help?"

"I . . . " Hermione's jaw was
hanging and her eyes were glazed.

"Oh dear," Luna said sadly.
"I think I broke her . . . I wonder if Harry will get angry with
me if he finds out?" A few moments of contemplation convinced
Luna that maybe Harry might blame her for the small role she played
in driving Hermione mad. "Now where should I hide the body,"
Luna mused.

"Body?" Hermione asked in
alarm.

"Of evidence we gather to find
Harry," Luna said innocently.

"Right . . . I think Professor
McGonagall said something about sending it all to Hogwarts for
distribution." Hermione said, she was still looking at the blond
girl oddly.

"Oh goody," Luna said with a
giggle. "Now that everything is set, we can be on our way."

"I . . . let's go," Hermione
said in defeat.

"To Gringotts then," Luna
said as she dragged her partner towards the nearest floo connection.
"It'll be ever so much fun."

"Yeah," Hermione agreed.
"Fun."

Luna was humming 'To Gringotts we will
go' as the girls tumbled out of the fireplace.

"Come on Hermione," Luna said
as she pulled the larger girl to her feet. "I want to see if
they have any loud mouthed snooks here."

"Why don't we focus on getting
Harry first?" Hermione suggested.

"Ok," Luna agreed with a
smile. "Excuse me Mr. Goblin teller?"

"It's . . . oh, hello Ms.
Lovegood. How is your father?"

"He still thinks you control the
Minister of Magic with a brain eating worm," Luna said
cheerfully. "Little does he know . . ."

"No," Luna disagreed. "We
came here to get some gold so we could go Harry Hunting . . . "

"But we'd be happy to do that
after the will reading," Hermione interjected.

"Then come this way," the
goblin commanded. The girls followed the goblin through several halls
and into a large meeting room filled with people. "Have a seat,
the reading will begin shortly."

A distinguished looking man walked to
the head of the room and cleared his throat. "Now that we have
everyone here that is going to attend, I think it best that we begin.
I Sirius Black, would like to give the following loot to the
following people. To Moony, my brother Remus Lupin I give ten
thousand galleons and my flat in Diagon alley. Use it well buddy and
see you on the other side. To my cousin Tonks, I give you ten
thousand Galleons and my collection of tyedied shirts. I hope you
enjoy them as much as I did. To Harry's friend Hermione Granger, I
leave ten thousand Galleons. Thanks for being there for Harry. To
Harry's friend Ron Weasley, I give the same and ditto. To my Godson
Harry James Potter, I leave the remainder of my personal fortune . .
. are there any questions?"

"No," Remus said tightly.
"Thank you."

"Then I shall take my leave,"
the man replied.

"Hello Hermione," Remus said
sadly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine Remus," Hermione
replied. "How are you?"

"I'm trying to live my life one
day at a time," Remus said.

"Hey Hermione," Tonks said
with a grin from Remus's side. "I'm gonna have join you later, I
got an offer to attend a few classes on Black's island and it was too
good to pass up."

"And it's probably the best place
to get leads on Harry's current location," Hermione added. "Good
work Tonks, but what about?" Hermione's eyes flicked to Remus.

"He's coming with me," Tonks
explained. "Black's people said it was ok."

"They asked me to teach a class on
dark creatures and another on how difficult it is to live a normal
life as a werewolf."

"You'll do fine," Luna
pronounced. "You were a wonderful teacher and I learned nearly
as much from you as I did from Harry."

"Thank you Luna," Remus
accepted the compliment.

"I hate to be rude," Hermione
said with a frown. "But we really have to be going."

"I understand," Remus said.
"Find him, please."

"We'll do our best," Hermione
agreed. "Let's go Luna."

"Bye," Luna said over her
shoulder. "If you see Mr. Black, tell him my father still wants
that book on what he did with the Veela."

"Where to first?" Hermione
asked once they'd reached the lobby.

"First I'd suggest you take
these," a goblin interrupted. "So that you have a way to
draw funds from your new accounts."

"New accounts?" Hermione
asked dumbly. "But Luna didn't . . ."

"I created a new one yesterday,"
Luna explained. "Under the name Ms. White . . . what new
identity did you choose?"

"Hermione Granger?" Hermione
said weakly.

"That's so subtile," Luna
agreed. "Maybe I should change my identity back to Luna
Lovegood, they'd never expect us to go by our real names."

"I have your purchases rung up and
your ruck sacks are sitting behind the counter," the shopkeeper
spoke as the girls walked in. "There is a list on top of each
bag itemising the contents, just tell me if I missed anything."

"Ok," Luna said with a grin.
"We will."

"Luna what . . ."

"Just check the list," Luna
suggested. "I want to ask him a few questions."

"Ok," Hermione agreed with a
odd look on her face.

"What would you like to know?"
The shopkeeper asked.

"Where should we go first?"
Luna asked.

"It doesn't really matter,"
the shopkeeper replied with a shrug. "Anywhere Mr. Black has
been you might wish to follow . . . or not, like I said it doesn't
really matter."

"Is Mr. Black one of you?"
Luna demanded.

"One of us?" The shopkeeper
asked with a grin, "why whatever do you mean?"

"Yeah," Hermione agreed.
"What are you talking about Luna."

"Seers," Luna replied
tightly. "They're all seers."

"Too true," the shopkeeper
agreed. "I'm of the Children of Casandra, cursed by the gods.

"Cursed by the gods?"
Hermione asked.

"It's quite common for the older
families to have a curse or blessing," the shopkeeper agreed.
"For example, we have young Harry Potter the favored of the
goddesses, and we have the Lovegoods."

"What about the Lovegoods?"
Hermione asked by reflex.

"Half fae," the Shopkeeper
said with a grin. "Never the same since they came out from
underhill, never more then half in the world. It must be taking
everything you have to stay so focused, very impressive."

"It's taking all I have not to
turn you into a newt," Luna said tightly.

"I'd just get better," the
shopkeeper said with a grin. "I take it the lists were to your
satisfaction?"

"They were," Hermione agreed.
"Let's go Luna."

"Ok," Luna agreed and the two
girls walked out.

"Luna," Hermione asked after
they had left the shop.

"Yes Hermione?" Luna replied,
the dreamy expression back on her face.

"Was it true what he said about
you being half fae?" Hermione said slowly.

"Some of it," Luna allowed.
"I have trouble focusing on one thing because there's so much to
see, so much to take in. I'm sorry, it's a bit like explaining color
to a blind man."

"I think I understand,"
Hermione said quietly. "What about the part with Harry?"

"Luck and Justice," Luna said
with a giggle. "He's their favored son, one helps Harry stand
them up and the other helps him knock them down."

"But what does that mean?"
Hermione said in frustration.

"I don't know," Luna
admitted. "It all has to do with the Olympian Pantheon, my
family never had much to do with them. Their names are Tyche and
Nemisis if that helps."

"It does," Hermione agreed.
"Thank you Luna."

IIIIIIIIII

"So where are we going?" The
Professor asked with a smile.

"Amsterdam," Harry replied.
"And then to Finland, after that . . . after that maybe we can
set things up in Canada."

"Already done," Henchgirl
spoke up.

"When do I have to start the
program?" Harry asked.

"Few weeks," Henchgirl
answered with a shrug. "Doesn't matter much, I was sure they'd
be flexible."

"Thanks," Harry said with a
smile. "Then after that . . . back to the island maybe?"

"Sounds good," the Professor
agreed.

IIIIIIIIII

"Minerva," Albus said with a
smile. "It's long past time that I was on my way."

"I will," Albus promised.
"Take this, be sure to give one to each of the searchers."

"What's this?" Minerva asked,
the Headmaster had just handed her a large box.

"It contains a number of Zippos,"
Albus replied. "I used my position to get the Auror models, a
bit more secure then the standard model and able to conference call.
It'll help everyone stay in contact."

"I will," Minerva agreed.
"Good thinking Albus."

"Thank you," the Headmaster
replied. "It is good to think that I can still have a good idea
on occation."

IIIIIIIIII

"Ready to go Remus?" Tonks
asked nervously, she was still afraid that he'd back out at the last
minute.

"Yes," Remus agreed. "I'm
all packed . . . are you sure we have to share a room?"

"Of course I am," Tonks
replied in a huff. "You're coming as my guest, it wouldn't be
possible to get you your own quarters."

"Yes . . . but," Remus began.
"Are you sure it's proper to have a man living with an unmarried
woman?"

"I'm sure," Tonks replied.
She was equally sure that the room would only have one small bed, one
large bath that had to be shared if one wanted there to be enough hot
water, and a closet full of energy potions. It had taken a bit of
planning but she'd managed to get most of her requests approved, the
only thing she hadn't gotten was a charm on the door that removed a
person's clothing when they entered the room . . . damn it.

"If you're sure," Remus
agreed nervously.

"I am," Tonks said with a
predatory smile. He'd been single far too long . . . so had she for
that matter.

AN:
Well, here it is the sequel to 'Make a Wish.' I don't know how long
this will be, though I doubt it'll be half as long as 'Make a Wish' .
. . well, I hope it won't be long. It takes a long time to write that
much and I have other ideas for other sequels. You've already seen
'Back In Black,' I've also got one brewing called 'To Put the Wrong
Things Right.' Don't know when you'll see any of that, less you're on
my group because they've already gotten a taste.

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